In the Tianwu Continent, everyone advocates martial arts. Every higher-level "martial artsman" is the object respected by the people of the mainland. Because of this, many people have begun to practice hard to become a warrior.

But God is willing to do something, not everyone has the qualifications to become a martial artist. No matter how much effort you put in, if you don’t have the “sea of ​​Qi” in your body, you will never be able to become a martial artist.

Qihai is not born with, but it is not obtained from cultivation. Generally, Qihai will be formed between the ages of 12 and 15, and people who can form Qihai in their bodies can be said to be in the past few years.

Because of this, many martial arts families will go to various parts of the mainland to find potential children to train and train them in order to prevent their families from decaying. Such children are called the "new blood" in the family. The Xing family in Yunzong City is such a martial arts family.

At this moment, a group of teenagers gathered in the Xing family's cultivation ground. They were the new blood of the Xing family. At this moment, all the teenagers focused on the competition platform in the cultivation ground. On the competition platform, a boy in black squatted on the ground, gasping heavily, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

"Super judgment, you'd better give up. You are no match for me now." A young man in white hugged his arms with both hands and said to the young man in black with a ridiculous look on his face.

"It's not over yet, how do you know?" After hearing the boy in white, the boy in black slowly raised his head, wiped off the blood on the corner of his mouth with great force, and replied with dissatisfaction.

"Oh? Since that's the case, I'll let you know how big the gap between you and me is." Hearing Xing Jue refused to give in, a sneer appeared on the face of the boy in white, then raised his foot and walked slowly towards him. In his tightly clenched right fist, a faint gas was also rapidly condensed.

"Hmph, it's just my wish." Seeing the boy in white walking towards him, Xing Jue shouted loudly, then suddenly stood up and rushed towards the boy in white at an extremely fast speed.

"drink!"

Faced with the violent rush of Xing Jue, the young man in white did not dodge. Instead, he sneered at the corner of his mouth when the young man in black was approaching him, and then punched Xing Jue hard. This punch did not hit the young man in black, but an invisible gas surged out and finally hit him hard.

"puff!"

After being hit, Xing Fei spurted blood out of his mouth, and his body was like a kite with a broken string, flying backwards with a semicircular arc, and finally carrying it to the ground fiercely.

"Is this the power of martial arts?" After the Xing Jue landed, he covered his chest that was hit and whispered in amazement.

"Do you finally know the difference? You are useless?" Looking at the embarrassing sentence, the young man in white said with a mocking face.

After hearing the words of the boy in white, Xing Jue clenched his fists and his pinched fingers rattled, and his unwillingness in his heart was self-evident.

"You are far worse than me than...." After a moment of silence, Xing Jue suddenly shouted, his feet suddenly moved, and he rushed towards the young man in white again, and this time the speed was much faster than before.

"Overmining one's own ability" Faced with the punishment that came again, a fierce look appeared on the face of the boy in white. He slowly raised his right fist, and a stream of invisible gas that was stronger than before quickly condensed again.

"Zheng Jue, enough." Just as the two were about to fight, a indifferent voice sounded from outside the field. After hearing this voice, Xing Jue and the young man in white stopped and looked down at a burly man off the field. The man was two meters tall, and his strong muscles were clearly visible even through his coat. This was the instructor in charge of the Xing family's "new blood" training and a high-level martial artist.

The "instructor" looked at the Xing family instructor under the training ground and said in a low voice. At this moment, a trace of tears actually appeared in his dark eyes, which were tears of unwillingness.

"Xing Jue, I know you are very unwilling to give up, but this is the family's rule. Today I asked you to compete with Xing Feng, which is an exception. I think you now know the difference between you and Xing Feng, right?" Looking at the boy in black, the instructor of the Xing family said coldly. After hearing the instructor's words, Xing Jue lowered his head and said for a long time.

"The gap between warriors and martial artists is irreparable, because for martial artists who can control martial arts energy, any attacks from warriors are almost ineffective."

"Okay, even if you can't become martial artists, the Xing family will not abandon you. From today on, you will be assigned to the various industries of the Xing family, do your work well, and serve the Xing family in another way. This is the best reward you can give to the Xing family for many years." After seeing Xing Jue silent for a long time, the instructor turned around and said seriously to the young people behind him.

After hearing the instructor's words, the teenagers walked out of the training ground in an orderly manner under the arrangement of the servants. They were all people who did not have a qi in their bodies. Young people like them were called "waste blood". They will no longer be reused by the Zheng family, but will be assigned to various industries, becoming slaves and workers. Even if they perform well, they can only be small supervisors. Today is the day to transfer them away.

Looking at the people who were gradually dispersing, the execution in the field slowly walked off the competition platform. After looking at the instructor, he slowly walked out of the training ground under the guidance of his servants.

"Ah" Looking at the back of Xing Jue gradually leaving, the instructor suddenly sighed, and a hint of regret also emerged on his serious face.

Jing Jue, a high-level warrior who was only 15 years old, was originally the most talented among the new blood of the Xing family, but until he was 15 years old, his body was still unable to condense his energy. Although his cultivation talent was superb, he could not use the martial arts energy, so he was destined to be unable to become a martial artist. Therefore, even though Jing Jue's cultivation talent was high, he could not escape the fate of being abandoned by the Xing family. From then on, he was no longer a high new blood, but a family slave.

House slaves...

Xing Jue sat on the carriage and looked at the familiar scenes passing through the window. Xing Jue's heart was full of unwillingness. From a wandering boy to being selected as a new blood by the Xing family, with his cultivation talent far beyond ordinary people, he became the strongest among the new blood, and tasted the proud taste.

However, when he reached the age of condensed Qi Hai in his body, Xing Jue had not successfully condensed. Looking at the people around him who were originally weaker than him, one by one because they condensed into Qi Hai Hai, Xing Jue was extremely anxious. However, even though he worked hard to practice, he still could not condense into Qi Hai Hai. Until today, he, the former genius, unexpectedly became a "waste blood".

"Zheng Jue, the instructor is actually pretty good to you. You can get a supervisor's job on that side." Seeing Xing Jue for a long time, his face full of melancholy, the old servant said comfortingly.

This old man is the personal servant of Zheng Jue. Everyone calls him Zhang Lao, who is also a first-class warrior. Since Zheng Jue was selected to be the Xing family for new blood, he has been served by Zhang Lao by his side. Speaking of which, Zhang Lao grew up watching Zheng Jue. Now that he sees Zheng Jue like this, he naturally feels very distressed.

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhang, I'm fine." After hearing Mr. Zhang's words, Xing Jue also felt Mr. Zhang's concern for him. He has been taken care of by Mr. Zhang since he was a child, and he also has the same feelings as relatives for Mr. Zhang, so naturally he didn't want him to worry about himself. Although he was extremely sad, Xing Jue forced a smile and said to Mr. Zhang.

"Oh" However, Mr. Zhang couldn't see that Xing Jue was pretending to be a smile, so he sighed lowly, his heart full of indescribable sorrow.

The carriage where Xing Jue was riding was very fast. In half an hour, he walked out of the Xing family's new blood training base, walked out of the gate of Yunzong City, and ran straight towards the west.

And just where the carriage had just passed, the space suddenly squirmed, and then two old figures appeared on the avenue like ghosts.

"This talent for Zheng Jue is very high, but it is difficult to condense the energy of the sea for a long time, which is indeed a strange thing," one of the old men in a gray robe whispered at the carriage where Zheng Jue was gradually moving away.

"If he could condense his energy and with excellent training, he would not be worse than your Xiaohan." After hearing the old man in gray robe's words, the old man in white stroked his snow-white beard and said with a smile.

"It's a pity that he can't," the old man in gray robe shook his head and said, but when the old man in white robe mentioned Xiaohan, he had a confident smile on his face.

"That's not necessarily true." After seeing the old man in gray robe denied his words, the old man in white robe suddenly turned his palm, and a white object as big as a pearl appeared in his palm. The object was oval, and a layer of crystal light surrounded it, which was beautiful.

"You are not going to use it to help this kid, right? Could it be that the old guy who doesn't like to accept disciples is actually moved by this kid this time?" Seeing the beast soul in the hands of the old man in the white robe, the old man in the gray robe was also shocked and said immediately.

"It's not that I want to accept him as my disciple, but it's useless to place this beast soul here. Giving it to those who need it is also necessary," the old man in white robe smiled at the carriage that had gone away, and then his body squirmed and disappeared.

"You old guy" saw the old man in white robe disappear, the old man in gray robe shook his head with a smile on his face, and then his body wriggled and disappeared. The two seemed to have never appeared, leaving no trace.
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